II.— BEAUTY.

‘ Beauty deludes.’ O shaft well shot,

To strike the mark's true opposite!

That ugly good is scorn'd proves not

‘ Tis beauty lies, but lack of it.

By Heaven's law the Jew might take

A slave to wife, if she was fair;

So strong a plea does beauty make

That, where‘ tis seen, discretion's there.

If, by a monstrous chance, we learn

That this illustrious vaunt's a lie,

Our minds, by which the eyes discern,

See hideous contrariety.

And laugh at Nature's wanton mood,

Which, thus a swinish thing to flout,

Though haply in its gross way good,

Hangs such a jewel in its snout.